Over the past few days, my aura had grown noticeably clearer—so clear that anyone watching me train could tell I was using real, unmistakable aura.
Feeling that gradual improvement stirring in my body… I couldn't stop.
Every day, I pushed myself harder.
"Hey, Louis! Your sword tip is wavering! Focus."
"Yes, sir!"
Lycan's voice snapped like a whip.
Ever since the day we crossed paths by chance, he'd been training me relentlessly—almost obsessively.
Apparently, he'd taken a liking to me.
Or maybe he just saw potential he couldn't ignore.
Either way, I swung my sword with everything I had as Lycan observed from only a few steps away.
"Stop. That's enough."
"Huff… huff…!"
The moment he gave permission, I let out the breath burning in my lungs and practically collapsed onto the floor.
Sweat dripped from my chin, soaking the ground beneath me.
My chest rose and fell as if trying to break free from my ribcage.
